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Post by Amelia on Jul 8, 2019 19:39:34 GMT -6
So there was Denny, a nasty flesh wound in his back leg. Blood dripped on the stone floor. The creature, a few feet away from Denny. It's wound was in its side, and it too was bleeding. The blood from the two creatures mixed on the floor, and the battle was not something that either would come out of unharmed. The green creature turned, and dashed away from Denny. There was another staircase, and the creature ran towards it. The staircase turned around a corner, and there was darkness. And then... a window? Not a window no. A hole in the wall. Where did it go? A dark sheet covered the hole, and perhaps the hole led somewhere out? Was it trying to escape? That wasn't okay. That wasn't what they were here for. Denny was supposed to defeat the creature, not let it get away.
Oh no, what do I do.
Don't let it get away. You don't have to kill it... just knock it out. I don't know. I'm afraid for us.
Denny groaned, favouring his back leg once more. The adrenaline helped in a way, but he still struggled to push through. The green creature spread its wings and pulled its tail in front of itself. It wasn't going to go down easily, or without a difficult fight.
13 Denny: 38.2 Words: 226
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Post by Amelia on Jul 8, 2019 19:54:43 GMT -6
The green creature turned around the corner once more, and disappeared into a different room. Denny followed in rage, and Amelia was left in the room by herself. Should she follow? No. It was frightening there, and if she was too close she could get caught up in the danger. No, she should stay in the safe area she was. She could still communicate with Denny through their ribbon, and that was enough for her to keep up with what was happening. Surely Denny could tell her what was going on, enough for her to know if she herself was in danger.
Denny crashed around the corner, opening into a large room. A large open window was in the back, and the sun from outside shone in. The fresh air circulated into the musky room, and it felt better for the drake in a small way. Just a small amount of joy the fresh air brought. The two stood in the room, and the creature realized that it was trapped in here. This helped Denny figure how the monster had gotten into the dungeon. It must have come through the hole in the wall. Denny stepped in between the creature and the hole. If he let it go, then what if it came back? Two small marble statues stood on either side of the hole, the sunlight glistened against the stone. It was beautiful, but oh so delicate. He had to be careful not to run into the statues.
14 Denny: 38.4 Words: 253
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 18:50:34 GMT -6
There was few moments where both creatures looked at each other. Deeply panting, trying to gauge the next move. Both having severe wounds, neither wanting to be the creature to go down. Denny growled out, and the green creature went forward. In a blur of brown, green and blue, the creatures tumbled across the ground. Had Amelia been in the room, she would've been unable to make out where one creature started and the other ended. They fell apart, Denny bringing himself to his feet as fast as possible. The green creature knew where he was weak however, and lunged forwards while still on the ground. It went for his back leg, the wounded one. The aim was to make the wound worse, to leave his leg totally useless during this battle. If he was unable to balance himself on his legs, he would be a lot weaker of an opponent.
Denny screeched loudly in pain as he felt the teeth sink into his flesh. Amelia could recognize his cry from the next room, and she stood up in a hurry. She couldn't help him, but instinct brought her to her feet anyhow.
Denny!! Denny! Are you okay?
Her words fell on empty air, as the drake was too focused on the battle to respond to the mammalian. He twisted and turned, trying to get out of the opponent's grip. As he moved, the teeth dug in further, creating more trouble for him.
15 Denny: 38.6 Words: 247
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 19:00:56 GMT -6
Finally, a stroke of good luck overcame the drake. He struck his finned tail towards the other creature, and it released its grip and stumbled back. Denny could put no pressure on his crushed leg, and he quickly felt unstabilized. He spread his wings and brought himself into the air with a few quick strokes. The room wasn't large, and he didn't have much opportunity to fly around per say, but he couldn't keep walking. The other creature pulled back, pulling his horned tail in front of him as a defence mechanism. Denny flapped his wings in a rapid motion, stirring the air in the room. With a few quick motions, he was able to direct the wind towards the creature, sending it flying into a wall. The force of the impact shattered some stone, and knocked over one of the statues. It crashed into the creature, a large piece breaking off and falling onto the ground. When it came into contact with the ground, it shattered into many smaller pieces across the ground. Dazed and confused, the green monster struggled to bring itself to its feet. Although blood was not drawn, there was damage done to its body. Denny brought himself back to the ground, holding his hind leg off the floor.
I'm sorry. There's a lot going on right now. Stay where you are. It got my leg again, and I can't put any pressure on it. But I think we might be okay.
Keep up the good work, I have faith in you.
16 Denny: 38.8 Words: 261
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Post by Renathan on Jul 9, 2019 19:15:29 GMT -6
Watching, ever watching; what was it that was watching? It eyes the hind leg, perhaps curiously, or perhaps... Hungrily.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 19:23:17 GMT -6
The creature was getting weak. It took its moment, and it ran. It ran around the corner, out of the room. Denny wanted to go after it, he really did, but he was injured. The creature went into the same room as Amelia. Not noticing her, it collapsed onto the ground. It was weak, hurt. It needed time to rest.
Its in here. But it doesn't seem to know I'm here, its away from me, and its resting.
I'm hurt. I can't run after it. If I have to... let me know it starts coming for you. Stay where you are for now.
Amelia was shocked by the reply. But she stayed silent, she couldn't be upset at Denny. He was trying his best. She pushed herself against the wall, still standing on the floor. She couldn't get too comfortable, not if it wanted to come towards her.
In the other room, Denny laid himself onto the ground. He watched the doorway, where the creature had exited. He would hope that Amelia would tell him if it moved again, but he had to watch and be safe. He licked at his leg wound, whimpering quietly. The blood continued to come. Muscle was torn, tendons were visible, he could see bone. It was not a good wound, and he imagined it was going to take serious intervention for it to heal. He pulled his tail around him, shielding his leg from potential danger.
17 Denny: 39.0 Words: 246
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 21:11:00 GMT -6
Denny continued to baby his leg, and something else was finding him appetizing. He licked at it again, then rested his head on the ground with a large sigh. He was tired, he needed to rest, if only for a few minutes. But the thing watching now had an opportunity. Long legs stretched out, and it moved with ease across the ceiling. It didn't have trouble sticking onto the smooth wall, and soft fibres on the tips of its feet connected it to its chosen surface. It appeared to be like a Weaver, with some differences. It was the same size, and its colouration was completely black. The creature made its way across the ceiling, coming over to Denny. It crawled onto the wall, until coming down onto the ground. It stopped and stared at the drake, and the smelled of blood was enticing. This creature also feasted on flesh, and unlike many it had been a long time since it had eaten. And this creature, who was standing there weakly, well maybe that could be the next one. A creature that size would hold it over for a very long time, and there was nothing wrong with that.
Denny closed his eyes, and let out another sigh. He was exhausted. His leg, it hurt so badly. It also made him easy prey.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 21:57:50 GMT -6
The creature came closer to Denny, but now slowed down. A full grown drake could easily take down this creature. It was faster and stronger. But if this creature could get the added bonus of surprise, it would have a fighting chance overcoming the drake. It crept forward, now looking at the creature lying on the ground. Denny was weak, he was easy prey. And the blood. Oh the smell was so strong! How could this creature resist coming down for a chance to eat? He could be in great danger, if the drake noticed him before he got close enough. If he could just get the first move...
Denny stretched his other three legs, trying to encourage the healthy, luxurious blood flow that he needed to get better. He stopped for a moment, hearing a slight movement. What was that. He stretched again, beginning to get up in order to move his wings. He had to stand up, even if it wasn't what felt best for him. Oh no, for the creature the drake standing was not beneficial. Because, if it didn't get close enough before Denny seen it, that would be the end for this creature. It had to be careful, because what if the drake did move?
19 Denny: 39.4 Words: 215
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 22:24:22 GMT -6
Denny turned his head, and thats when he seen it. That was the end of this monsters attempt. It froze in its spot, fearful of its own life. It hoped that the drake had been weakened enough by now, and that even though it was typically far outmatched by an adult healthy drake, a weakened one was a worthy opponent. And a victorious meal at that. Denny knew this was dangerous to him. He was weakened, and even though he was typically a threat to this creature, his injury did not lead him into the right direction. Now, he was injured. He had not had enough time to heal and strengthen enough to get away from a healthy predator. But this creature was much smaller than him, and he would easily be able to outmatch it. When he was healthy anyhow, but now he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to get out.
Amelia. I'm in a weird spot right now.
He proceeded to explain the situation. His injury, and this creature that was now trying to eat him. What it looked like.
Okay. I have an idea. The green monster... its still in here. And I'm pretty sure its in as bad or rougher shape than you. If you can somehow get that creature to see this one... then it would leave you alone. Its an easier prey.
Was that the best idea?
20 Denny: 39.6 Words: 240
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Post by Amelia on Jul 9, 2019 22:34:50 GMT -6
Truthfully, neither of them had the best idea. It was life or death though, and the only prize was having a chance to survive. Survival was the best thing to escape with, and that was what the mammalian and drake wanted to do. He tried to stand, and that was when that creature took its chance to strike. Web like strings shot forward. She was tried to get him into a cocoon he thought. Tangling his legs with the string would certain immobilize him. He growled and brushed off the strings, hoping he would be able to keep up enough until the creature tired and retreated. He was exhausted, and it seemed as though he was just getting into one mess after another. Even if he was able to fight off this addition, would he be able to fight off the main creature? Amelia and Denny hadn't thought of retreating and giving up on the challenge. Was it possible that it would simply be too hard for them to defeat the dungeon creature? They would have to retreat back up the stairs, leaving the monster in the dungeon. It would only regain its strength and become a problem once more. They would have to sulk their heads and tell the young man that he would have to find somebody else. Somebody else would have to complete the task, if they weren't good enough.
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Post by Renathan on Jul 9, 2019 23:38:27 GMT -6
Oh... that one has a hurt leg. Would it be a good time to strike now? Or wait? The thing was slinking down the wall, watching and trying to decide when to strike.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 10, 2019 21:19:48 GMT -6
And it struck. It had such a small opportunity, for the creature not to utilize it was only going to hurt the creature's chances of a meal. Small pincers dug into the flesh, and Denny cried out in pain. No, no. Why was this happening to him? He pulled his other leg back, and it a desperate attempt for survival he kicked his back foot and claws at the creature. It fell off in a small cry, shaking itself. A full-grown drake, if it was able to attack, could easily overcome a creature this size. It was hungry though, and if it could take down an injured full grown drake, it would have quite a supportive meal.
Denny came from a large family. Amelia had a collection of Sarane, back from when they were capable of battling and breeding. Amelia's first Sarane had been a Tier 1 brown named George. She put work into him, and he grew. He was able to take a mate, and for one short season bred with a black hen, gifting him two babies, one being Christina. Around this time she had gotten Isobel, a small brown hen. She had trained this hen, and she grew quickly. The following season George took another mate, a blue hen. This was where Denny came in. Following Denny, he had one more sibling from a very interesting looking mother, Jackson. Separately she had got an older unbroken brown named Roger, who was typically brought to battles for training. She had found Maggie in the mines, and was gifted another lovely baby, a gold and blue hen named April. Shortly after Jackson was born, something strange happened.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 10, 2019 21:35:45 GMT -6
Hens stopped going into heat. They just stopped breeding. They had only been discovered so recently, that this may be a thing for Sarane. Perhaps in the wild if something threatened them they would stop breeding to preserve themselves as individuals. There were certainly a lot of theories as to what and why this happened, but none that were for sure. All Sarane babies came in two, but Amelia wasn't the owner of Christina or Jackson's sibling, but she was of Denny's, who was named Richard. She had gotten Owen as a tournament purchase or something, and he was a rare purple drake. Only two other Tier 1 purple drakes existed, amongst a few more purple hens. Owen was a rare find, and even rarer once the hens stopped breed. Amelia still cared for her herd, and they had all moved onto being pets for now. She had never lost a Sarane, and frankly she didn't want to start.
Oh no it attacked me, I kicked it off but it's coming back.
Amelia was answerless. The green creature stirred, and she also feared for her own life at this moment.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 10, 2019 21:47:16 GMT -6
Denny looked at the creature, unable to protect himself at this moment. He was afraid, for both himself and Amelia. How had more creatures come to be dangerous? Didn't they find the creature? This thing... did it get in through the window as well? And if it did, how many other things had made itself at home in the dungeon? This quest wasn't easy, and they knew that. They were told that this would be the most difficult quest yet. But were they even going to be getting away with their lives? The man did not say anything about it being that dangerous. Dangerous enough to lose their lives... it couldn't be.
Denny pulled himself to his three good feet, and spread his wings and barred his teeth to this new opponent. He pulled his tail around his weak leg, shielding it from the other creature's view. The creature crawled forward, eyeing the now visible pool of blood. Even if he couldn't get a meal, the blood would provide a full drink for it. He crept forward, multiple legs moving after each other. It clicked its pincers together, eyeing up its potential meal. It puffed itself up, trying to become more intimidating looking to the drake. Denny flapped his wings, the large drake wasn't going to go down without a fight.
24 Denny: 40.4 Words: 225
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Post by Amelia on Jul 10, 2019 22:00:18 GMT -6
He could not rear back onto his hind legs, because he would quickly lose his balance. Yes, he had his tail, but it wasn't enough to keep him upright. He puffed up his chest, trying to intimidate his opponent. He was taught to do that for battle, to frighten the opponent. However, it didn't seem to effect this creature. That was a bit disheartening, that this thing still thought it had a chance. He looked at his back leg, it ached. The bleeding had slowed until this creature had came at him, and now it had opened larger. He wondered how it would heal? Certainly it would scar. Would he have a permanent limp? He had heard those pit staff were good at fixing these things. Amelia may have to pay a non-tournament fee, but she was sure that help would be available for Denny. He would survive the wound, however it may have permanent defects.
It pinched its pincers once more before spitting a sticky web at the drake. Like the one that had struck at him before. He pushed it away, but it had a soothing property for his leg. It tangled his feet, and he struggled to maintain his balance. This was not good for him. He spread his wings widely, and began to flap them together. It didn't take long for him to gather wind together, and directed it towards the creature. Suddenly, it stopped spitting the web, and the wind swept it off its many feet.
25 Denny: 40.6 Words: 256
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